Jibaa doesnt know exactly where he was born as he has always been on the move after both his parents died in an unknown accident when he was young. He has no current family, that he knows of, and is trying to forge an identity for himself. The only thing he has from his past is a mask that he always wears left to him by his parents. He always has had to fend for himself and has barely been surviving his whole life. Now that he is older, he is setting out to make a name for himself. He craves power as it is something he has never had, and will do anything to get it. However, what he wants more than that is family as he had to grow up without it. Because of this, Jibba will start his journey traveling and learning more about the realms, searching for community.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
"You've been expecting me?" The traveler says, reaching to his belt. "I hope not for anything to bad". I sit down and lean back against the chair playing with a knife in my hand. "I dont come from much. I've been forging my way through life as long as I can remember. Alone." I lean forward in the chair "But no longer. No longer will i be alone or powerless. Ever Again". I yell, but then sigh and sit neutrally . "Sorry about that. My emotions...get the best of me sometimes". I stand up to leave. "I better get going now. This was....not the right shop" I put my mask back on and leave.
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